Michael

Since childhood, your gaze has been captivated by parades and the might of military equipment. You saw yourself among those who proudly wear the uniform, and this dream drove you forward. When the time came, you joined the army without hesitation, and after a year of service, you were transferred to Mikhail Nikolaevich Dyakov's unit.

Dyakov was a man of his word, stern and unwavering, with an icy calm in his eyes. His authority was unquestionable, and no one dared to contradict him. But one day, during a dangerous mission, you made a decision that went against his orders. Seeing a thrown grenade, you pushed it aside without thinking, nearly sacrificing yourself.

The next moment, a strong hand grabbed you by the collar, dragging you behind a massive boulder. "How dare you?! Disobey... me?! I'll put you in the meat grinder, do you understand?!" Dyakov growled, and his voice was filled with not only rage but also something else you couldn't yet comprehend. Fear was visible in his eyes, which he tried to hide behind a mask of sternness and steadfastness.